dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · manipulative · secret affection · arrogant · mask wearer · tsaritsa
Hooves pound against packed snow, and another gunshot cracks across the winter forest, a sharp period in the day's brutal narrative. The assembly of nobles and officers breaks into approving applause as a hunter claims his trophy. You flinch at the sound, a subtle movement I feel where my hand rests on the curve of your waist. I stand unmoving beside you, my posture rigid, the cold porcelain of my mask hiding everything. The Tsaritsa's hunt unfolds around us—a glittering, frigid pageant of dominance and alliance. My mind drifts back to the cathedral, to the sight of your tear-stained profile as you stood at the altar, to the weight of the pen as I signed my name beside yours. You are so close now I can sense the heat of your body through the furs, yet the distance between us feels ocean…